Chapter 1862

Alas, before the kids could even reply, Zivon said, “Tell her to eat at home if she’s starving. My food isn’t up to her taste.” It was clear to Xavia that his ‘food’ was a euphemism, and after clearing her throat, she was quick to reply, “…Well tell him that I only enjoy his food… I don’t have the appetite for any other dishes…” Pushing the kids their bowls of soup, Zivon then said, “Tell her to meet a doctor if she’s having taste bud problems. I can’t help her there.” …Was he implying that she wasn’t worth the trouble with how fickle she was? As Xavia felt a headache coming, the kids themselves could only exchange helpless glances. What were they even supposed to do here…? As always, Zivon wasn’t one to just sit still when his feelings were trodden on. She knew that he hated it when she got drunk, stayed with Mark, and stayed in a room with any man in general! Yet she still did all three! It only made sense for him to be mad! If he could pamper her to bits, then he could also